Page 13 of Caveman Alien's Heat
After a while, Nator’ax shifts beside me. “You’re shaking.”
“Is fine.”
“No, I don’t think that’s fine,” he rumbles.
Before I can protest, he pulls one of the furs aside and moves closer. A moment later, a thick, powerful arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me back against him.
I stiffen in surprise and have an urge to scramble away from him. Then I realize what he’s doing.
“Oh,” I murmur.
His chest presses warmly against my back, and another fur comes over both of us. He folds himself around me like some kind of living furnace, long legs bracketing mine, one heavy arm across my stomach.
The difference is immediate. Heat spreads slowly into my frozen limbs.
“This is better,” he says, warm breath in my ear.
“Mhm,” I admit.
His breathing is slow and steady behind me. I can feel the warmth of him through the thick dinosaur skin of mycavewoman dress, the solid strength of his body pressed along mine, and his heat seeping into me.
Then something else presses against me too, right at the small of my back.
I freeze for a second before realizing what it is.
Oh. Right. He’s a healthy adult male caveman, and I’m currently spooned against him under a pile of furs, with my butt pressed against him. Honestly, it would be weirder if that didn’t happen.
Still, I can’t help being aware of it. I stare into the dim glow of the dying fire and try very hard not to think about how good it feels being held like this.
Nator’ax doesn’t move. His arm stays loosely around me, steady and protective. He doesn’t try anything.
For some reason, that makes my stomach twist even more. Because on the one hand, that’s good. Very good. Things between us are already complicated enough without adding caveman sex in a crashed alien saucer on top of everything else.
On the other hand…
I shift slightly under the furs and immediately regret it.
Yeah. Definitely aware of that now.
Great.
I close my eyes and try to sleep. Somewhere outside, the glacier wind howls softly between the walls of ice, and for the first time since the crash, I realize that if Nator’ax weren’t here beside me, I would probably be terrified right now. And likely dying.
Instead, I’m just confused in a way that feels kind of… good?
And very, very warm.
I jerk awake when a deep ‘bong’ echoes through the saucer.
5
- Nator’ax-
I wake the way hunters wake. Quickly, with my body almost upright before my mind can catch up.
For a moment, I sit still.
Something warm presses along my back and against my chest. A soft weight rests against my arm. The air smells faintly of leather and smoke, and beneath that, another scent that I have come to know well.Riley.
